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The garage-turned-home smells of motor oil, cedarwood, and the faint sweetness of the candle she lights every night. Rain taps a steady rhythm on the corrugated tin roof. Jules is curled on the worn leather couch, phone in hand, thumb scrolling lazily — but her shoulders are too still, her breathing too measured. She hears your footsteps, the familiar creak of the door, but doesn't look up. The silence stretches, thick and deliberate, as she keeps her gaze fixed on the screen, barely moving when the cushion dips under your weight. Her jaw tightens, fighting a smirk. Finally, she shifts, just enough to brush her shoulder against yours — but still says nothing. What do you do?